I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2820 - 1751: Fish Mint (Houttuynia)

"Man, we really need people like you—highly educated, high position, high status, high income, and still relaxed and free. If I could go back, I’d definitely study hard and get into a good university."

In a small restaurant by Jiangjin Road, called a "Yang Guanzi" in Sha City dialect, Tong Dan took a sip of beer and sighed nonstop.

A fly restaurant like this doesn’t have much space, it’s all private rooms inside. To host more customers, they put up a big tent at the entrance, keeps out the cold, keeps in the warmth, and adds to the street-food vibe.

Fang Qing wasn’t drinking alcohol, just plain hot water, saying she didn’t feel well. Tong Dan didn’t bother arguing with her, kept on and on about her hard-working, beast-of-burden life, happily drinking by herself.

"Since when do you like eating this stuff?"

This fly restaurant was picked by Tong Dan; cheap, authentic flavors, and the key thing was the free side dish—cold-dressed zheergen, which was absolutely amazing. She loved it, but she’d never noticed Fang Qing sharing that hobby.

Just like cilantro.

People who don’t like it call it "stinky greens."

Zheergen has lots of benefits, like antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects, but people who don’t like it won’t even touch it.

Fang Qing had always been the same, yet today she was eating it with relish, even more over-the-top than her; the plate was almost empty already.

"You’re talking about studying hard and striving upward every day, and I’m eating zheergen—what’s the problem?"

Culture people really do talk different.

"Waiter, another plate."

It’s free anyway, might as well. Watching this girlfriend who claimed she felt unwell but clearly had a good appetite, Tong Dan asked curiously, "Did you put on weight?"

"Cut it out. It hasn’t even been that long since we met."

Fang Qing picked up the ladle and scooped lotus-root soup.

"It’s been ten days, half a month at least, right?"

With teasing in her eyes, Tong Dan ignored the stolen glances around them. As a beauty—and a high-level beauty with both looks and temperament—if you don’t have the awareness that you’re going to be "appreciated," you might as well not go out.

They’re all fellow townsfolk; they look a couple times, it’s not like a piece of meat is going to fall off.

"Is this what they call ’a joyful event makes the spirit radiant’?"

Fang Qing ignored her, quietly and elegantly drinking her soup.

Freshly back from a business trip, Tong Dan stopped, picked up her chopsticks, "I brought two sets of clothes for Uncle and Auntie, got them at Ninghai Leather City. I paid out of my own pocket, at cost price. They’re in the car, you can take them back later."

Her car was parked by the side road. It wasn’t some privilege thing; unlike rigid big cities, Sha City is pretty humane in some ways—for example, after dark, as long as you don’t block traffic or affect others passing by, nobody’s going to fuss if you park illegally to grab a meal.

"What about mine?"

Fang Qing didn’t stand on ceremony in the slightest.

Tong Dan laughed, "Don’t you not like wearing fur?"

"I just don’t like spending my own money."

"Pfft."

Tong Dan couldn’t help but laugh. "Qing Gege, ever since you and Boss Jiang came back from that concert in River City, you’ve been like a different person. Fulfilling a childhood wish has that big an impact on someone?"

Fang Qing’s face was pure and clean. "You’re the only one who thinks so."

"Tch."

Tong Dan snorted. "It’s definitely not just in my head. Have you weighed yourself? You’ve absolutely gained weight. Only when people are in a good mood does their appetite surge."

"Is it possible I just have more clothes on?"

Mm.

With a cold front moving in, the temperature in Sha City recently had been just a few degrees. The citizens around them eating with gusto still hadn’t taken off their down jackets.

"You just won’t admit it. But I have to remind you, even if you’re feeling fabulous, don’t go too wild. If you turn into a big fatty, heh heh..."

Tong Dan hummed, "Men are all very realistic."

Tong Dan moved her chopsticks.

She’d ordered all the signature heavy dishes here.

Pigeon stewed with ribs.

Mixed beef offal with turtle eggs.

In terms of economic development, Sha City is just so-so, but when it comes to food, Sha City definitely has a name nationwide.

"What, you don’t like stinky mandarin fish anymore?"

Stinky mandarin fish is also a specialty—smells funky, tastes great. She and Fang Qing both loved it, but today Fang Qing was picking up zheergen—which she usually wouldn’t even taste—one chopstick after another, while not eating a single bite of stinky mandarin fish.

How strange.

"You really feeling unwell?"

Tong Dan asked with concern; just then, Fang Qing’s phone rang.

"No taking or making calls during mealtime."

Tong Dan tapped her chopsticks on the bowl, pulled out her own phone to glance at the caller ID—Fang Qing’s one sentence shut her up.

"Li Shuru."

Tong Dan immediately shifted her gaze away and said nothing, just ate and drank on her own.

Basically on "paid leave," Fang Qing tapped the answer button and picked up the phone.

"Sister Fang Qing, I’d like to discuss something with you. Are you free right now?"

Li Shuru’s voice was as warm and gentle as always.

"Go ahead."

Having voluntarily muted herself, Tong Dan looked like she was focused on eating, but her ears were pricked up and her thoughts running wild.

"There was some news out of Licheng recently. Has Sister Fang Qing heard about it?"

"The baby girl?"

"Yes. That family is planning to take the child to River City for an autopsy. They may need legal assistance, so I’d like to trouble Sister Fang Qing to make a trip to River City."

Simple and to the point.

No beating around the bush at all.

What does that family in Licheng have to do with Tianci Capital?

Why stick their nose in?

There were clearly a lot of questions, but Fang Qing didn’t ask, and Li Shuru didn’t explain.

"Okay."

Sometimes, communication between people is like chickens and ducks talking; sometimes, it can be this in sync.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Fang Qing."

"Isn’t this exactly my job?"

On both ends, the two women laughed. The sudden call ended in a friendly and harmonious atmosphere.

"Got a case?"

As soon as Fang Qing put down her phone, Tong Dan asked right away, not even pretending otherwise.

"You really are a jinx."

"..."

Tong Dan looked innocent. "What’s it got to do with me?"

Then she asked, puzzled, "What baby girl?"